She was not, however, looking forward to being the new kid in several different classrooms. She hated sticking out like a sore thumb; she’d much pre...er blending in with the crowd. The girls continued to talk and learned more about each other: where they were from, what their lives were like in the places they had been, and so on. They discussed their class schedule and what teachers they had in common. “The only class we have together is history with Mrs. Jenkins. She’s a fat bitch.”Jessica. We did not quite make it to their cabin before a 'ball of fire' rushed crying and hurled herself at the girls."I thought you left me too. I was so scared. Please don't leave me, please." then she started sobbing. She saw Laura and I standing, watching what was going on. Neither of the girls were fully dressed, blouses un buttoned. Little hands automatically found breasts and nipples to hold and comfort, much like a child suckling from a mother. She calmly said, "I'm Sue Ann", all the time. Reminded of what id lost, I blinkedaway tears as I read more of the article, two people killed, two MiamiDade officers injured, and three other civilians injured.Flicking down to the part about the two that died, I read more about whathappened, apparently I was a hero for what I?d done, even though it costme my life. I was being awarded a posthumerous bravery award for savingthe girl.Putting the paper aside, I looked through the closet and drawers for abag or purse, anything that would tell me. Yes, I could not help but notice, but i wasn’t going to admit it! “You gotta get dressed and go” I told him, but he didn’t listen. He just smiled and looked at me. He then slid to his knees, on all fours and arched his back, exposing his tight little brown hole. “ You’re not gay for me?” he asked. “No!” i responded, but the feeling in my pants told me I was lying. “You don’t want this?” Felipe had now rolled to his back and with his legs pressed up to his chest, gently stroked his hole with his.